Modern poetry describing spring ploughing
First, spring ploughing
Villagers' plowshares
Over the mountains for the winter
Unlock the rural golden spring calendar
The plow tip is shiny.
Mother's bow-like back
Under this heavy plow
My wandering heart was cut
Half of them are reserved for spring planting in my hometown.
Half of them have gone far away.
My hardworking family.
March is the season for cocoon growth.
In the future, every cocoon will refer to.
It's the solar terms you meditate on.
Second, spring ploughing
Bang!
Whip the whip
Startled the stars
The land that has been sleeping for a winter.
Has begun to turn over and wake up.
A kingfisher flew over the roof.
Fall on the big locust tree at the head of the village
Melodious and graceful singing
Yangliufeng
The ancient village is boiling with fermentation.
younger generation
Run away from home.
Looking for a long dream
Old father
A pen holding a plow.
Put the golden dream
Write a long poem on the earth
Open the poem of spraying soil.
Rolling in the sun
Father's hard-working figure
A weather-beaten and sweaty face
A pair of earnest and dignified eyes
Look ahead.
A bordeaux horse
Pull the rope hard.
Run under the careful idea of my father
Tian Long's lines of poetry.
Third, spring ploughing.
The rolling mountains set off the dark green distant mountains.
The basin in the valley is dotted with green spring grass.
The iron cow turned over the dark soil and turned his stomach.
I bowed my head on the overgrown path.
Several birdsongs in the sky
I looked up blankly.
Ink landscape painting has a light color.
Immerse yourself in the heart
The grass and flowers are slightly muddy.
I can't stand deep breathing.
Happy molecules fight in the brain.
There was a smile on the farmer's face.
Come into my eyes, soldier
Open your hands, open your heart and embrace nature.
Meng Haoran's poems loom in my mind.
Slowly, the footsteps are small and the distant home is far away.
The distance between grass and insects is getting bigger and bigger.
The sound of water makes flowers more colorful.
Spring breeze touches the warm spring.
Rape flower sea on mobile phone
In this secret field of the mind
Like cherry blossoms falling to the ground and peach blossoms hiding their faces.
The earth supports several rivers, which can carry ships and irrigate fields.
You can also rewrite the story of sunrise and sunset.
A group of farmers walked out of their homes.
They raise knives to cut old branches, and they cultivate the sun and the moon with fire.
On the Yuan Ye, a carriage carries the thoughts of spring away.
Fourth, the spring ploughing season.
The spring breeze has written all the rural things into this chapter.
Through the floating steam, I saw
The smoke stopped in the silent treetops.
Morning dew is also looking at the grass tip.
Waiting for a ray of warm sunshine, twisting hands to pick.
Unload the burden given by time
The country road has been changed to light, and the wheels have changed from deep to shallow.
Cann't hide a layer of memory planted in red soil
Can't hide a slow-spitting cigarette.
I also saw warm water lying on both sides of the ridge.
Decorate crops and flowers at low ebbs.
On the way to invisibility, continue to talk about the spring ploughing season.
V. Praise spring ploughing
Rhododendron crows outside the forest.
Farmers cook bamboo shoots and plough the fields in spring.
The power of cattle turning mud waves
Whip the old farmer's voice
The breeze bursts with pear dances.
Warm days are full of milk.
A year's plan starts with spring.
Be honest and get good results.